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CAER RAYWYN

 

Caer Raywyn, founded 9th of the Deep Cold, Y46 SA, is a group of Elves and Kharajyr settled upon fertile grounds after bitterly witnessing the slow decay of their homelands: Haelun’or, Elvenesse, and Mitzuul Grove. Born out of the mutual bonds of friendship and an ancient racial alliance, these unlikely groups came together to petition the Prince of Savoy, Olivier Renault, for a plot of land to build and manage a plantation where they may live together as one people under the protection of the Principality. Though small, the community of Elves hopes to expand their plantation into a village of like-minded and curious folk that govern themselves in the countryside, free from the intricate politics and corruption of the ghostly facilities that drove them away in the first place.

 

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PURPOSE

Acting as a hub of magic, lore, culture, and scholarly research, Caer Raywyn predominantly seeks to understand the many facets of elven history and culture that have eluded the peoples of Elvenesse and Haelun'or since their migration to Almaris. Hopeful to establish the unity between different yet like-minded folk, as it was in the time of Malin, whilst focusing on the study of magic, alchemy, and lores of all kinds. The elves of Caer Raywn encourage humble living that suits the needs of its people as it was in times historical; attempting as well to shed the past chains that held their livelihoods down, Caer Raywn seeks to be accepting of many people and of many backgrounds, and to explore the rich histories of Elvenkind.

 


LOCATION

The location of Caer Raywyn is to the North-East of South Hub, past the settlement

of Myrine on the leftward fork in the road. A map to the small town is below.

 

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LEADERSHIP

As Caer Raywn is a founding settlement and therefore has a small caste of leadership, the council is as follows:

The Tahu’tir Maehr’ir Dovian (@King_Kunuk), meaning Lord Mayor. They are responsible for the internal governance of the plantation and are the figurehead.


The Tahu’saneyir Razu (@Ryloth), meaning Representative. They are the voice that represents the interests of Caer Raywyn within the upper courts of Savoy.


The Mayoral Council (@_Sugand @Papa_Nook). They are the organization of trusted founding members who will take charge in carrying out delegated tasks by the Tahu’tir and Tahu’saneyir.

Each of these vital roles are played out by the co-founders of the settlement: Maehr’ir Dovian & Razu.

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bro this is crazy

 

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John admires the no doubt carefully managed schism from the sidelines, curious as to who could have done something so intricate and clandestine as to convince the proud Elves to vassalize beneath Savoy on the back of their ire for their original nation having become a Savoyard Protectorate, convince Haelun'or to give up its racist proclivities, and provide a safe & secure homeland for Elvenkind, all in one decisive political move.

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Razu dons a sly smile as his plantation takes root. 

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The Protector of The High Elves smiles the suns smile. 

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An aging Chiyo Osser only lets out a somewhat puzzled "huh" upon reading the missive. Only to shrug afterwards letting out a "Nice" with a couple of nods of her head "Bet it doesn't have a tea shop though" she grumbles out in idly remark before returning about her day

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Kosher Solros Daesmon looks at this grand announcement, scratching his chin. “It appears that Savoy put someone in check. Just exactly who…?” He puts the queen into check position is his chessboard, wondering which way the game will end.

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A young man emits a few slow claps as he oversees several hunched over harvesters gathering the years crop. Perhaps this place will yield more fruit than the last, thought the man to himself. Yet, with that fleeting thought, he adjusted his western-styled hat and went back to yelling as songs were sung to make the day pass quicker and the night arrive sooner.

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"Another Elven community? Ah and it seems they want to study other lost Elven histories and maintain good relations....noble goals" Minuvas would saying, the declaration brought to him in his estate "I shall write a letter, and send one of the children...let's see what these intentions truly are..." The Wig wearing Elf would set ink to paper.

 

 

 

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